Rain finally breaks the heat, releasing it out of a ground that simmers and steams under those first heavy drops. I watch from the veranda as shrouds over the harbour bring the downpour closer, closing the view like a grey curtain. The whipped-wet greenery and the scent of earth mingled with summer hint at changing seasons. Is the heat finally over?
I read this and remember. I love the smell of rain falling on dry earth. If petrichor could be bottled, I'd wear it as perfume, that and the scent of tomato leaves.
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